The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189: Chapter 189: Zachery Tattles to Daddy

Mrs. York finished speaking, certain the matter was closed. Nathaniel Sloan would surely give her a way to save face.

However, Nathaniel Sloan’s expression remained impassive. "Outsiders say Estelle isn’t good enough for me? I wonder, Mrs. York, from whom did you hear this rumor? I’m quite curious."

Mrs. York faltered. "...Just... a lot of people."

Nathaniel Sloan gave a faint nod. "Who, specifically?"

Panic visibly flickered across Mrs. York’s face.

’She had just made up that excuse on the spot!’

"Well... I can’t remember the specifics. In any case, many people have said it..."

"You can’t remember?" Nathaniel Sloan’s eyes narrowed. "No matter. You’re only close with a handful of high-society ladies, Mrs. York. I can go to each of their homes and ask them personally if they’ve been spreading rumors in your presence."

Mrs. York’s expression froze.

’If Nathaniel Sloan were to approach those prominent families for such a reason, they would despise me!’

Mrs. York forced a laugh. "Nathaniel, I just overheard these things while I was shopping or at my beauty appointments. I’ve already forgotten who said them. I’m just a simple woman, you know, not very good at telling right from wrong. Otherwise, I would never have believed them!"

Thea York bit her lip, wanting to stop her mother, but Nathaniel Sloan was too quick.

The man’s eyes remained as impassive as ever. He let out a soft, humorless chuckle. "In that case, surely you remember when you went shopping and had these appointments, Mrs. York? Which mall did you go to? Which salon?"

Mrs. York’s smile was about to crumble. "It... It was so long ago..."

"Not so long ago," Nathaniel Sloan cut in. "Estelle’s identity was only made public a little over half a month ago. Just half a month. It’s hardly so long that you’d forget, Mrs. York. Besides, all transactions leave a record. If you truly can’t recall, why not check your receipts?"

This time, Mrs. York’s smile finally vanished.

’What records? She was just talking nonsense! Who knew Nathaniel Sloan would insist on getting to the bottom of it!’

Nathaniel Sloan shifted his gaze, his eyes landing on Zachery. He leaned down gently. "Christian, tell Daddy what they did to you."

Mrs. York answered hurriedly, "We didn’t do anything! We just thought Christian was adorable and wanted to have him over to play for a while."

Nathaniel Sloan’s gaze snapped back to her, cold as ice. Mrs. York snapped her mouth shut, cold sweat trickling down her temples as she frantically tried to signal Thea York to do something.

"They didn’t do anything." To everyone’s surprise, ’Christian’ seemed quite happy. "Aunt York and Grandma York gave me lots of yummy things to eat, and Aunt York made them all by hand!"

The knot in Mrs. York’s chest loosened, and she let out a huge sigh of relief.

However, ’Christian’s’ next sentence sent her heart leaping right back into her throat.

"I asked Grandma York why she was being so nice to me, and Grandma York said..."

Zachery pitched his voice high to sound innocent and pure. He widened his large eyes, looking for all the world like a naive child who knew nothing of its complexities.

"Grandma York said I should enjoy the good life while I can, because I won’t get another chance. She said that after Aunt York and Daddy get married, they’ll have their own son, and then I won’t be important anymore~"

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Nathaniel Sloan’s expression turned grim.

Mrs. York felt as if she’d been struck by lightning.

’That little bastard! How dare he tattle to Nathaniel Sloan! What a heartless mongrel!’

But before her anger could fully form, the look in Nathaniel Sloan’s eyes made her stagger back in fright.

After Nathaniel Sloan had left, Thea York let out a piercing scream. CRASH! She swept everything she possibly could off the table.

’They wanted her to apologize? To admit she was wrong? To swallow her pride and pretend she had no designs on Nathaniel!?’

’That little bastard had spent the last three hours ordering her around, and now he had the audacity to act like the victim?’

’Thea York was about to explode with rage. Who said Christian Sloan was a gentle, autistic boy who could be easily manipulated?!’

’The more Thea York thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed. She was increasingly certain that Christian Sloan had done everything on purpose. He’d purposely agreed to come to their house, purposely dangled their hopes in front of them, purposely ordered her around until she was exhausted, and then, to top it all off, forced her to eat humble pie and apologize!’

Before Thea York could finish her tantrum, her phone rang. It was her uncle, and he was furious.

"Our family business has been ruined! I asked our partners, and they said I’ve offended someone I can’t afford to cross! You’re the ones who offended Mr. Sloan, so why am I the one taking the fall?!"

Mrs. York snapped back irritably, "Oh, that’s enough! Once Thea becomes Mrs. Sloan, what won’t you have?"

The York family’s butler had already left, leaving only a young maid in the living room. The maid shook her head. ’This mother and daughter are truly wicked,’ she thought, ’completely two-faced.’

’But I’m just a maid. Who would believe me if I told anyone?’

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Once they were outside, Mrs. Kendrick, who had been quiet for a long while, finally spoke up.

"Christian, why did you agree to come to the York family’s home? Did that mother and daughter force you? Or did Laura Jennings say something to you?"

As she spoke, she shot a fierce glare at Nathaniel Sloan.